It pulls at the collar of my shirt,
Crawls across my face
And I swallow it whole so
it sticks like a stone in my throat.
It creeps
Down past the lungs
Into the cavity of my chest
And jolts my heart.
Sick and green in my stomach
A nasty imp
Spins lies and tells them
To my brain.
It sits in the bowels
Like a leaden weight
While I search for a purge
To puke the vile creature out.
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